The Administration and the Fury
If William Faulkner were writing on the Bush White House.
I was hollering and Dick was turning red and then white and the room was tilted.
"You give him that gun back, right this minute," Condi said. Rummy gave me Saddam's gun back and I held it my hands. It was hot like a horseshoe.
"You got the gun, now you stop that hollering," Rummy said.
Condi patted me on the back. "It sure is hot in here," she said. She fanned herself and took off her jacket. She smelled like perfume.
Sam Apple is the author of the forthcoming bookSchlepping Through the Alps.
Illustration by Mark Alan Stamaty. Photograph of William Faulkner on Slate's Table of Contents © Corbis.